Your apologies drip from the ceiling,
They coat the stairs with their foggy intentions.
Is there weight behind these words
Or are your tears just wasting my attention?
My thoughts spin around uncontrollably,
And I assign you phrases you never uttered.
It is easier to avoid you like a problem.
If love fizzles out, will it even matter?
-Jackie
What if I’m your final girl?
The last one to survive your messes.
The knife feels soft in my hands,
But what if the night confesses?
Imagine the secrets it keeps
And the monsters it has swallowed.
If I’m really your final girl,
Why do my bones feel hollow?
A new morning is coming soon.
This horror will fade like a spell.
What if I’m the real killer?
Will your curses drag me to hell?
-Jackie
Suffocate me with gentle palms as I curse out the muddy roads.
Tattoo the shape of your lips on my collarbone as I implode.
My tongue is a weapon, the sharpest blade in the seven lands,
But I cannot use it on you, so squeeze it until I hurt my hands.
-Jackie
I smoke cigarettes on the balcony,
Hoping you still remember me.
I walk shakily in the middle of the road,
Hoping you know I feel alone.
Last November left us in ruins.
You left and turned me inhuman.
I smoke cigarettes on the balcony,
Erasing you like a prophecy.
-Jackie
What exactly is my crime this time around?
I see it in your eyes and feel it on your skin.
The rage is turning you into a wild hound,
And this rusty edge I balance is paperthin.
We were a good match, one for the books,
But my razorsharp tongue cut out some pages.
Your glances were nothing but wicked crooks.
Still, it was you who called me a bloody mage.
Do not flatter yourself, you cursed soul.
Accuse me, berate me, but do not bawl.
Pointing fingers cannot make your heart whole.
Stand beside me as jury makes the call.
-Jackie
If I had a dime for each time you almost said you loved me,
I would be swimming in your exaggareted tears and apologies.
My best was the default, but your effort was a diamond token.
You striked down my boundaries with your logical fallacies.
There might be regrets, there might be a few smooth words,
Yet I am sure they will mean as much as your faint guarantees.
Do not come knocking, do not lean against my scarlet doors.
There is no value in seeing your kind on your brittle knees.
-Jackie
Does your skin crawl because of these decisions I make behind your back?
Does your blood run cold, or do you feel like my twisted stories track?
I tolerate your love, but I hate it when you look at me like a sick puppy.
You do not deserve my worst, but you do not deserve any better, honey.
So, do you feel my body pulsating as I crave somebody else’s flesh?
You think that your words are sharp, but I can see through the tearing mesh.
One fine morning the bandage will rip itself off and I will infect the tissue.
You will cry wolf again, but I will not even remember to miss you.
Milk spills on the kitchen counter,
And I spoil your thoughts until they turn sour.
I might not be the angel you invisioned,
But my nails are growing sharper by the hour,
And soon enough I will make the incision.
I will kiss their necks and drink their wine
Until someone messes up my blurry vision.
Despite it all, I will call that mess mine.
-Jackie
This life devours you bite by bite,
And I watch stoically.
I save my own might.
I cannot win your fights,
Cannot heal the gnarled scars.
I gave up that power.
Therefore, I stay in my car.
You slowly turn into a whisper.
No one asks to speak up,
No one stays to listen.
But their eyes glisten,
And mine do too.
You told me I was selfish.
I wish that was not true.
-Jackie
The operators are all busy answering silent callers,
And I do not blame them for ignoring my screams.
The pebbles in my shoes are cutting open my feet,
But if I keep my eyes closed, I will tear at the seams.
Tongues press against my neck like a warning.
Their sour breaths sneak up my nostrils and I wretch.
The operators are all busy watching me suffer,
And I know they will clap when I reach the edge.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 